Well, the humans have finally done something RIGHT for once. Starting today, they're offering free pool from 3pm-7pm, Sunday through Thursday, here in my subterranean kingdom of Mooresville. Yes, that's right. we're in a BASEMENT. Like proper degenerates should be. While other bars are pretending to be classy with their "ground level" nonsense and "natural lighting," we've embraced our true calling as cave dwellers. It's darker than my uncle's soul down here, the ceiling is l

Well, well, well. Dive Bar has officially joined the corporate hellscape that is LinkedIn. Yes, you read that correctly.

This press release is almost too good to be true...

Is it even a Dive Bar if the price ain't right?

Holidays were never meant to be celebrated at Dive Bars.

Look, I’ve survived a lot in my life. Born behind a Waffle House dumpster in the middle of a lightning storm. Raised by an emotionally unavailable uncle raccoon who “didn’t believe in birthdays.” Forced to earn my keep by stealing arcade tokens from unsuspecting teenagers. I thought I’d seen it all. But nothing—NOTHING—prepared me for this . They’re turning my beloved Dive Bar into a “Christmas Pop-Up Experience.” Yes. Those exact words. Capitalized. Like they’re proud of it

Today started like any other: Woke up under the pinball machine at Dive Bar Mooresville. Stole half a slice of pizza from a patron who...

Let me set the scene. It was a Tuesday night, which, as all seasoned degenerates know, is when the truly weird stuff goes down. The bar...